She held my gaze as if it were a prismatic dream that could last forever without any spoken words.
He plucked the harp strings of my soul just as light rays that I longed to grasp and embrace.
She smiled and swayed from side to side with her swishy dress.
He tensed his neck with emotion, conviction, and signs of prowess.
She felt the lyrics of a song dance in the chambers of her mind.
He asked for the pronunciation of her name and before long she'd shared her most outlandish of dreams.
They had intertwined in a state of synchronicity,
and now, they couldn't see themselves living anywhere else.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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It feels like two hearts revolving around each other until they collide in the most wonderful way
Ooo! The way I envision this piece in action. Such beautiful work as always!
Ooooh, this is silky smooth! It makes me wanna sway in a swishy dress too… though I’d probably trip over the hem.
Such a great word, synchronicity is. Great imagery too - 😊